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That got one of Katniss' increasingly less-rare smiles, "Because he likes the song? Or because he's telling me to shut up?"

[She giggles, smiling brightly.] Because he likes it, silly! I like it, too.

It was weird to her to sing in front of people, even if it was just Annie and the unborn baby, but she didn't avoid it as hard as she used to, shaking her head as she went through to the closing verse: "I open wide my pidgeon house, and I let my pidgeons free.
They fly so high that they reach the sky
And they light on the tallest tree.
Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo-oo.
And when they return to their merry merry nest,
I shut the door and I say, 'good night',
Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo-oo."

Her voice was clear, more than it had been when singing to the Mockingjays for Pollux, it had gotten that way singing to herself in the tower.

[Katniss, Annie had found, had always had a beautiful voice. She'd brought her to tears with it the first time she heard it, though the circumstances had done that on their own. Other times, when she'd heard the propo, she'd been in awe. Now was no different. She is silent for a few moments as the last notes fade away, then, smiling, she applauds.] Katniss, it's beautiful.

She looked sheepish for a moment, she still wasn't used to that, but she shrugged, "Just a lullaby, dad used to sing it for Prim, sometimes." A small smile, "Probably for me too, but I don't remember."

It's very nice. [She smiles sadly for a moment, recognizing for the first time that perhaps, the two girls had a lot more in common then their star-crossed loves and victor status. They'd both lost so much, though Annie's had all been a result of the games.] Sure he sang for you, too. Mine did.

"We all sang a lot more, then." Not just her family, but everyone in general, it was before times got really bad, just ... sort of bad. Even then, they'd always able to rally, pull together and push through.

She shook her head, brushing off that line of thought, "I can teach you, if you like, that's something I could teach, I think."

Yes. [She knows, to a degree, what Katniss is talking about. The overwhelming sense of melancholy that's taken over Panem is impossible to ignore.]

[When Katniss offers to teach her, she smiles brightly, her eyes wide, all previous, more saddening topics completely forgotten.] Oh! Teach me? Oh, yes, please. That would be nice. Thank you, Katniss.

There was a small smile at that, she couldn't not smile at Annie's enthusiasm, "I don't know if I'll be a very good teacher, but I'll try. Pigeon House is simple though, it just repeats, every line is the same." She hummed it once through, "Like that."

{ooc: and looking for someone singing it is nigh impossible, at least with the words I learned, there's variations!}

[She shakes her head.] No. You'll be a good teacher. [She leans forward to listen, nodding when she speaks. When Katniss finishes humming, Annie takes a moment before echoing her as best she can.] Like that?

"Close, it's like... like stairs." She hummed it again, tapping a finger in the air as if bouncing the tune up and then down a set of stairs.

[She nods, trying again and following Katniss' finger.] I'm not as good as you.

"No, that was it, you had it." She nodded, "Do it again."